THE BURIAL OF MY WORDS
Published -isbn-1-58235-564-9 (USA)
The
silent exodus of the sun
shows me the venue
for the burial of my words...
I
have nothing left to say
Except that i shall walk further
into the night
sky without fear
the
last white dove
escapes from my lips
a light in the darkness
the land
opens a new front
a gate of colourful wild flowers
my words cross over
to find final peace
in Eden ground..
i
have nothing
left to say
my words are home...
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